Author: Michael Flett

The snow-capped mountains may resemble Mount Fuji but the majestic view across the plains is not that of Japan, though the train does convey the Japanese Ambassador to

Sterling Pierce had a dream for the future of the planet, that it should live forever, limitless opportunity for achievement, for personal progress unfettered by limitations of time

Dear diary, life in Sherwood, Ohio has become an ongoing parade of cruelty, a socio-economic microcosm of origins humble and privileged and the inevitable destinies out of which

It looks like the end of a bumpy road for the “fifth best male stripper group in Essex,” Wet Dreams having narrowly escaped having the police called on

She works at Video Vision, a warren of technological paraphernalia offering the nostalgic comfort of the analogue: valves, magnetic tape, scanning heads, cathode ray monitors, and of course

It is a sad truth that in an age when relationships are regarded as ephemeral, when people can be removed from one’s life without explanation or apology, that

Mister Thomas soon to retire, feeling the burden of the work since the death of his wife, he needs an assistant who will perhaps take over the day

It’s never quite enough for Jimmy Brewster, but why should it be, as capable as those around him but always lacking advantage to leverage his modest position upwards,

In the silence of the forest, three friends are meeting in troubled times, Crow, clever but somewhat cynical, flighty Fox, always hungry and often unreliable, and Bear, awoken

It’s been twenty years since the death of Benji Scragtowski’s beloved dog Cluebert, sacrificed in a strange Satanic ritual by a killer who was never identified, the cold